A heavy stone door stands slightly ajar. You slip inside. The air is cool and carries a subtle scent of wet stone, lilies, metal and frankinsence. The stillness wraps around you, your breath is light.

Shadows flicker and dance in candelight’s gentle sway. Hypnotic rhythms. Listen–do you hear it? The hum, resonant and distant. A chant from unseen voices vibrating through the air.

The walls are whispering tales of the universe and the atmosphere pulses with an electric energi. You’re drawn toward a large, moonlit atrium where the ceiling opens to reveal the night sky. The stars seem brighter here.

And so you suddenly realise–you’re bound to this place.

We welcome you home, to the House of Magica.